Tight

The Devil pulls the strings which makes us dance. ~Charles Baudelaire~

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They wanted me to face the monster. When they knew I was ill prepared and would surely see defeat. Not to be shamed — I stepped right up and slayed that wretched beast. Watching his life force drain as I squeezed. Bone crushing with bulged eyes that now bleed. It was a real treat. I’ll say — quite the feast.

New crest on my chest yet I still failed this test. Killing the demon was never that hard. Prophecized down to the letter by that old ancient bard. Just wanted a little vengance — for all my scars. Lessons said best not to take it that far. Losing more strings of the heart. The rush makes it hard to stop once you start. As I learned the art.

So needless to say, I didn’t take a lost souls life — that day. Just a little word play. But the demon stayed away. First time’s a warning — next time won’t be that way.

~Ruby L.S.~